This was a different morning, I was 2680m above sea-level. The view of The Himalayan Ranges (Trishul, Chaukhamba and Nandadevi) was mesmerising. I still have that image captured in my eyes and memories imprinted in my heart. I started my trek at 6:45am. The previous day I had some chats with the locals and they told me about a different path from where I could start my trek to skip the checking and avoid the entry fee; I took the same. Just one thing was to be kept in mind, if someone catches and asks for the entry ticket, just say that you're heading towards 'The Field' for some photography. Also, one more little thing, make sure you return the same route or else you'd get caught without tickets at the end and then fine.
So, anyways, I started walking upwards. On my way up, things which I encountered were: Breath-taking views, snow-covered fields and paths, people tumbling and falling badly due to the melting snow. I saw people in pain, tears in their eyes, but what was the most best thing in each of them, nobody was willing to give up. They were resting, regaining breath, made their determination stronger, and resumed again. This act of one, gave will to others, and the remaining followed.
I do admit that the trek was tiring, but trust me on this one, when you'd be able to reach Tungnath, you'd be the most actively-charged and refreshed person you ever could be. You'd have the answers of most of the questions in your head. You could get to know the purpose of your being. It might teach you something different of yourself which you were never aware of. But to learn, you must experience, you must be open, and you must be willing.
Though, I was able to trek only till Tungnath temple, the trek further continues till the peak of this mountain called as, 'Chandrashila.' Somethings are best done when they are not completely done, and to whatever heights we reach, if we want to go beyond, the limits never exists.
In almost 5 hours I was able to complete the trek till Tungnath and get back down to the spot where I parked my car. By 2pm I started my journey back from where it all started. And after crossing Srinagar, Rudraprayag and Kotdwara, almost 13.5 hours of straight continuous driving, I was back to my home in Noida at 3:30am.
When I started my trip, it felt as if home is left behind; and now when the trip has ended, it still feels the same that I've left my home behind. Those raw, natural and peaceful mountains feel more of home to me, and I'll always be getting back to them.